When I turned 16, my friends threw me a surprise birthday party.
I would never have planned anything myself because truthfully, I assumed it would burden others and I was the only one who really cared to celebrate. So, when I walked through the doors and was welcomed by the scream-singing of “Happy Birthday” by my dearest friends, I buried my face in my hands and felt the warmth of tears welling up. It seems silly, but I looked around at the decorations and the cupcakes, and I could not believe this was planned for me.
The party was for me, yet I still could not believe I was invited, or that I was so cared for by my friends.
I am reminded of this feeling when I read today’s Gospel, Matthew 22:1-14. I so often forget the space the Father is holding for you and me, this invitation to join Him at the heavenly banquet for all of time.
I am cared for by the King of Kings, bewildered that He has planned this feast with the desire that I would join Him. I wonder about what it would be like to open the door and meet Him face-to-face. I can only imagine the song of celebration I would hear when I meet His gaze, realizing He has prepared for my arrival longer than I could have known. I would be reminded of how thoughtful of a friend He has been to me, in awe that I was invited to a Kingdom I felt I had no part in. There would be a warmth in the intimacy of His company, as I experience being perfectly loved and understood.
Sister, that is the kind of friendship we are invited into forever. By today’s Gospel, we are given a glimpse into all that He is preparing for us, and I pray we will arrive in our best wedding garment. I pray we would spend a lifetime conscious of His sweet invitation, and that we we would arrive with eyes wide open and hearts surrendered.I am cared for by the King of Kings, bewildered that He has planned this feast with the desire that I would join Him. // @sarahericksonn Click To Tweet